Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1887-06-15

OF the rainbow, except grey, and all
mixed up, SO that they looked like
Joseph's coat or rag carpet"
Don't mind Sue, Florie DEAR" said
little BERTHE, comfortingly. 81 saw
them, and there wasn't strand Of
red, auburn. ] mean, in the lot"
'I do not mind either Of you," said
Miss Maxwell, with dignity. II love
and-I trust"
"Sue! where is Sue?" called Mrs.
Lane one morning about three weeks
after this conversation. "Come into
the library, your papa wishes to see
you"
81 wonder what mamma wants !?
said Sue, putting down her linen doll
| les; on which she was working q
| Rosina Emmett tea party. "When
they go into the library, aud shut the
| door, and call me- something has hap
| pened to Jack. By-the-way you
| havn't had a letter for a week, have
you, Florence?"
"Not for two weeks" said Florence,
| bravely, though the telltale color
| dyed her cheek for an instant with q
crimson wave. 81 don't believe you
care one bit about poetry, BERTHE.
I've been reading this lovely Absence
| for half an hour, and you keep on
drawing as if it were 'Havens' Philos-
ophy'
| ''What shall do with all the days and hours
| That must be counted ere see thy face?"
I'D make caramels some of the
time" said Sue, fippantly, "and
swing In a hammock three hours q
day at least"
"Suel sue!" came the voice from
the library. Daughter" said her
mamma, a pale, shrinking lady in
white wrapper and pretty embroi-
! dered breakfast cap. "Now, don't get
in q passion, my dearest doctor; let
Susie see the telegram. Oh, my dear,
| fear something terrible has hap
pened. had sort of presentiment;
you know [ was telling you doctor"
"Fiddlestick with your PRESENT.
mentsi" roared the doctor, a red
faced old gentleman with q lot of
blue black hair that stood up from
his forehead like porcupine bristles.
"Something terrible, indeed, some
thing disgraceful, something dishonor-
able, something that brings my gray
hairs in sorrow to the grave" The
doctor had not white lock in his
|
| If his Language was igruative. 81 al
ways said John was a sentimental,
tennis playing idiot. Never let me
hear of tennis courts again | would
not give q cent for the whole present
| generation. That wretched college
| with its professors and their family
life, family life, indeed | knew John
was q good-for-naught, spoiled by his
| ~ ,,+ 0E. oil
have disgraced himself, his family, all
OF US! Not that [ consider him in the
least to blame. He was always the
most punctilious, the most strictly
honorable, Quixotic creature. 1t was
! the woman, OF course. She is twenty
years Older than he"
"NO, papa" from Susie; "she's
! Just nineteen"
81 know what am talking about.
All college bellies are twenty years old
er than the men they elope with; and
he SO trusting and confding The IN
happy, hot-headed creature! to think
| ne has deceived this splendid, beauti-
| ful. wealthy girl under my roof! Why,
almost felt like not sanctioning the
engagement, because taking place
here it looked as if l rnanoeu.
vred for II. [ a manmuvrer.
Great Caesar!''
"Hush, papa !" said Sue, clasping his
arm as he frantically tore up and
down the room. Give me the mes
sage"
"YALE COLLEGE, Sept, 25, 1888.
"John Lane and lady will arrive
at P. NJ. Meet with carriage ct sta
ton. Prepare supper and rooms.
E. SNEED."
con, mamma it is true, then, he is
married; and if at Yale, to that Pc
tiers. What shall we do? Poor Flor
encei she is so devoted to him, it will
kill her. On, Jack! Jack and to that
scrubby girl! Don't let them come
here, mamma. I'll telegraph"
"No, he shall come here," cried
Jacks mother. cts terrible, but
the poor dear trusts and loves me.
See, the telegram 10 to me, and you
can't expect me, Doctor" turning
with some violence on the almost in
sane father-"even you can't expect
me to decide against the only boy I
have on earth"
"Come here" said the doctor, al
most Gained by the excess of passion
in his bond slave. "Of course he's
coming here; he's got no other place
TO go. He hasn't married $4,000
year, has he? But the question is,
who will break it to that splendid
creature? | can't tell her-by Jove I
can't! You go, Sue, and break it to
her. Give her hint. You women
are clever enough at inveigIing," with
glare AT vile and daughter that
made the very cap strings palpitate.
Tell her that he's dead, and then
that he's married, that will ease her
down q bit"
ooh, don't say such a thing of my
poor darling!" cried mamma, instant
ly summoning up the image OF therec-
reant John pale and beautiful in
death.
"What's all this connection
about?" cried fresh, young voice.
"Something about Jack, isn't it {?
Why, what aiis you all? He-is-not
-dead-is he ?"
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